You haven’t been
Completely honest
With me, you or anybody
Always telling half truths
Bald faced lies
The question is
Why, why?
Nothing gained by your actions
All lost in the aftermath
Of your lies
Your sordid lies,
Lies.
Will I tomorrow see
A new you as you say
The one to tell the truth
Or
Is it just another lie
One of your many, many
Lies.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
A leaf falls
it’s life has come to a end
dropping down amongst other leaves
on a dead, barren ground.
A leaf falls
before air is awful cold
with frost foretelling things to come
darkness, winter, frozen bitter cold all day
then at night.
A leaf falls
it doesn’t care about the cold
it’s life has lived in warmth, breezes moist
hot atmosphere and now
A leaf falls
a life lived in full circle
from spring to early winter long.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I have heard
The world turn
Clouds clap
And skies cry.
Never have I felt
I don’t belong
In this creation.
Just a little part
Of living
In the all of time.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I saw a hummingbird today
Still here, hasn’t flown away
Cold nights must take a bite
Still here
Couldn’t believe my eyes
My ears.
A hummingbird flew
To the feeder so low
Thought of emptying
Sure all hummingbirds gone
Then there she was hovering
Sitting, sipping sweet nectar
In the cold rainy air.
Still here, hasn’t started
On her long flight
Sleeping thru, keeping warm
In the cold fall nights
Drinking sweet water
Filling up to embark
On a long, arduous flight.
Maybe today will be the day
She’ll fly away
Still
I saw a hummingbird
A hummingbird flew to the feeder
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Seething in the mist
Saddened by sorrow
Struggling to say
I don’t know why I let it effect me
Today.
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe later today I’ll feel better
I’ll let it go and celebrate
Everything sweet and beautiful
I experience just
Today.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
No one seems to know
nor do they understand
the way to heaven
is always open
That
it’s there
Always
at their command.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Why has it happened
Where will I be
When oh when will it move on
To the past so far behind me?
Answers
Answers I don’t have
Answers I wish someone
Would share with me.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
My new pink pen
Flows along the lines
Leaving behind thoughts
Coming thru my mind.
My new pink pen
Laughs along the lines
Saying funny things
Leaving a smile on
My reader’s face.
My new pink pen
Doesn’t take no guff
It writes words needed
To tell the story right.
My new pink pen
Lays quietly on my page
Waiting for the words
To be created
Formed into lines
Sent out for all time.
My new pink pen
Has a mission
The reason she’s livin’
I give thanks for having
My new pink pen.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Thinking
About the world today
About all the people who have
Died
Passed away.
Most not their fault
A virus
A plague raced thru
Taking
Their lives away.
Sadness
Not gladness
Is the atmosphere
In this
Our world today.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
No one’s listening
To my heart beat
Nor saying
Any encouraging ways.
When I speak
The echo goes far, far away
Even I can’t hear
It come back my way.
No one’s listening
To anything, anything
I speak or say.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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